The Loss


And so I sit, and so I sniff

This lonely flower - just a whiff,

I steal a scent of muggy air

And times I thought about my life.

Too young to know about his death,

This stranger I had never met,

The Crown of Thorns did mark his grave.

A lonesome flower there did sit,

And so I sat and so I sniffed.


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